The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and MajorcaClayton, John William
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The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca
Clayton, John William
Majorca (Spain) -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
We landed amongst a motley crowd of semi-Arabic sailors, donkey-boys,
and soldiers. Fortunately for us, we had no acquaintance among several
affectionate gentlemen waiting for their friends, upon whom they
precipitated themselves with the most extravagant marks of affection
as soon as they landed, kissing them all over their stubbly faces. We
had to undergo, as usual, the process of luggage-searching, though not
with the usual result, for we were found to have contravened the laws
of the _aduana_. An ordinary Valencian knife, which we had bought to
take home as a curiosity, being found in our trunk, we were taken for
_contrabandistas_, and being immediately formed into a procession,
headed by a man bearing the fatal _corpus delicti_, amidst a chorus
of such exclamations as "_Caramba, vamonos, vamonos!_" were placed
as prisoners between a couple of blood-thirsty looking _aduaneros_,
and led off to the _aduana_, or custom-house. Here we were brought
up before a severe-looking official, with, as usual, a cigarette in
his mouth, from which the smoke was streaming out in clouds, as well
as from his nostrils. This gentleman, whose voice was loud, and his
manner quick and jerky, darted out several questions in Mallorquin,
the meaning of which we but imperfectly understood. "_Somos Inglés_"
suddenly, however, struck us as being a brilliant thing to say, and
we said it, our friend at the same time making the rash linguistic
attempt to add in Spanish, "_Cuanto hay que pagar. Donde está el consul
Inglés_?"
We waited to see what result would follow these experiments. The
official, with a severe aspect,--not assumed, for it was natural to
him,--took out of his pocket a great knife, and began to pare his
nails, after the accomplishment of which task he surveyed them with
satisfaction, and turned to some other officials, whom he addressed.
They conferred together in a knot in a corner of the room, all talking
at once with the most wonderful velocity at the top of their voices. A
sign was then made to us by the chief to be silent. At the same time,
one of his myrmidons went out, and in half-an-hour returned with an
order from the English Consul for our liberation. The same person also
brought information from that gentleman which seemed greatly to calm
their minds, inasmuch as it assured them that we were not, after all,
dangerous conspirators come from England, that hot-bed of revolution,
to commence an insurrection, and spread fire, death, and desolation
throughout Her Catholic Majesty's provinces. We were then politely
allowed to go about our business--a permission of which we immediately
availed ourselves.
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